Hey everyone! So, originally I wasn't going to post this next one so soon, but I just looked and I have the next 6 chapters already written. It takes me a little while to write each chapter, so usually I'll be going with a chapter-per-week update schedule-unless I get lots of reviews (good or bad, I take both) and then I might post early. Also, I would like a beta reader for this, so if anyone is interested please PM me before next Sunday so that we can the ball rolling. Again, if you notice any mistakes in grammar or spelling please tell me; I will never get better if my mistakes are never noticed. Enjoy!

His eyes blinked open to a blurry, brown blob hovering over him. Frowning in confusion he blinked again, and this time the blob solidified into the familiar countenance of Master Mace Windu.

That makes sense, he thought absently. We are both dead after all. This must be the Force...? No, that didn't seem right. The Force was- was unity, wasn't it? Not a physical, tangible place to go after death-

"Padawan Kenobi? Can you hear me?"

He nodded then hissed through clenched teeth as pain shot through his head.

"Easy, Obi-Wan. Your master is fetching a Healer." Mace helped him sit up, Obi-Wan tentively exploring the bump on the back of his head with one hand, his mind fuzzing from the pain.

"What happened?"

"You fell, is what happened. All that grace your master crows about to me, and you collapse to the ground without an ounce of it." The corner of his mouth quirked. "Gave us both quite a scare."

Obi winced. "My apologies." He pulled his hand forward but stopped as his fingers encountered a-a rope of some kind dangling from his head. A moment later his racing thoughts caught up to him, and he tugged on the foreign object before following its length to its base at his skull. From there he ran his hand over his head, feeling the short-cropped hair spiked at the top, and the nerf tail at the back. When he was done his fingers timidly fiddled with the rope again; it hung to just above his shoulder. That isn't a rope, he thought in shock. It's my Padawan braid.

With this knowledge he gazed around himself with new eyes. There was Mace, who gazed at him with worried-and confused-brown eyes, and beyond him-

Obi-Wan felt the overwhelming urge to cry. He was on the floor of the East Training Salle, beside Mace Windu, inside the Jedi Temple of Courescant.

How? Was this some cruel joke? Had Vadar really not killed him and instead taken him captive? No, he had felt the embrace of the Force. The Force- He almost frantically reached out for it with his mind, nearly sighing in relief when it answered his call as easily as it ever had, brushing against his mind soothingly, ringing with the affirmation that yes, this was what it wanted-that this was real.

"Obi-Wan?"

He looked up at Mace, features carefully composed, barriers firmly in place. "Master Windu?"

The Council member frowned slightly and seemed about to say something when the door behind him burst open to reveal a Healer-Master Ha'ak Tar, he remembered-and Gui-Gon Jinn.

Again Obi-Wan froze.

It made sense, he supposed, that his master should be here, after all he'd only ever had Qui-Gon as his master, but to see him alive and-well, not running because Jedi don't run- "striding purposefully" towards him with blatant worry etched on his features... He was so filled with warmth and joy it threatened to overwhelm him.

"Obi-Wan!" the older called upon seeing him upright. "Are you alright?"

"As rain, Master," he replied, the response and title falling so easily from his lips he nearly cried.

Qui-Gon and Healer Tar knelt down beside him, Tar next to Mace, and his master placed a hand on his leg. "Are you sure? You took quite a fall, padawan, and hit your head rather hard."

My biggest problem is I don't know how I got here. "I will be, anyway."

Healer Tar snorted disbelievingly. "How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked.

"Um...All three?"

"Good. Who is the current chancellor?"

That took a moment. "Vallorum." That's right; Palpatine won't be introduced until right before Naboo...

"What is the current date?"

At this Obi-Wan stared. He had no idea. The full implications of his situation hit him right then: he had just time travelled. The Force had sent him back in time, in full posession of his memories and knowledge. He had no idea how old he was anymore. He could change things knowing what he knew. He could save Anakin. He could save Qui-Gon.

But first this. Quickly he scanned his memories for when this might be and came up with nothing-until he stumbled across the dormant Pair bonds with his best friends (who had all died long ago-in the future), his active Master-Padawan bond with Qui-Gon and the dormant ones with both Anakin and Yoda. Yoda. Yoda would know what to do. Hell, he might even know what was happening.

Obi-Wan blinked, suddenly focusing back on the three men waiting with varying levels of anxiety for his answer. "I-Can I-" he stammered, his voice suddenly sounding very small and young; he didn't care. "I need to speak with Master Yoda." Immediately.

Qui-Gon's frown deepened. "Another vision?"

Sure, that would work. "Yes, Master. I feel it is-urgent."

Mace turned to his maverick friend with a raised eyebrow. "You never told me Padawan Kenobi had visions."

Said maverick grimaced. "It has not been much of a problem until recently, Mace. Since his 15th Life Day the visions have grown in both frequency and intensity; Yoda has been helping him through it."

Mace nodded. "Very well. I can walk you to his quarters, Kenobi, as I was to be on my way there soon anyway."

He nodded and accepted the hand up from his master, swaying slightly until a covert Force healing took the bump, the dizziness, nausea, and all other symptoms from his fall away. Obi-Wan followed behind the two masters leaving Healer Tar to make his way back to the Healers Ward on his own after reassuring the healer that he was just fine, thanks.

This was going to be a long day.